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The star burns hotter. Larger. Brighter. Not just a star, but a sun. With light that touches the streams.
And this time, a voice answers. One familiar echo. Then, little sun…don’t.
knew where to go, even there, in the abyss. Because that root—the one still caught in my core, it reached. Pointing the way toward its other half. Toward my other half.
I passed by the other stars, saw the goddesses’ faces, and I smiled.
I went through the river in the void, and I was reborn.
What if I do not want to fall? Then, little sun…don’t. Don’t.
Those sparks catch. Melt. Like candle wax, it overflows and drips down the lengths of every ribbon. Each strip melding together with gold and warmth.
Because I don’t want to fall anymore. I have been falli...
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My ribbons combine in a searing burst of light, and suddenly, they’re not strips anymore. They’re not streaming uselessly. No, they come together. Formin...
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Slade grips my face between his trembling hands, eyes so wide I can see my reflection in his green irises. “Am I dead?” he whispers hoarsely.
“No. I came back to find you.” He pulls in a shredded breath, in strips and pieces from a tattered heart. His eyes grow wet, his expression fracturing.
“You flew, Goldfinch.”
Because with him, I have what I’ve always wanted. Love. Whole. Unconditional. Healing. Beautiful. Pure. Love.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I’m so sorry I left you for a little while.” He smiles softly, hand cupping my cheek, gaze intense over my face. “You came back to me.”
“Don’t leave me again.” My heart squeezes. “I won’t,” I promise.
Instantly, I remember the story Slade told me as I was dying. About what that nickname really meant for him. For us.
Elore suddenly appears, her face wet, expression joyful. “Goldfinch,” she utters as she cries through a smile. “Goldfinch.”
But the stars have been watching, and the goddesses have gifted us another chance.
My hands shake and glow, veins showing through. Light continues to pour, making sweat bead on my skin and heat flare from every direction.
There’s a city woven through the river, with white buildings and rooftops that seem to bloom with gilded vines. In the distance, mountaintops peak with caps of snow, and forests spread out for miles.
The deadlands are no longer dead. The curse has been broken. Annwyn has been restored.
Auren didn’t just heal the deadlands. She poured pure, vibrant life into it.
Auren laughs, and the sound makes chills raise on my skin. Makes me so fucking thankful to hear it.
“Gorgeous,” I purr. The wing brushes over me again, but this time…lower.
She presses a hand to her chest and nearly skips in excitement. “I can have them both,” she says with wonder. “Wings and ribbons.”
Grass that’s grown in the perfect circle of a fairy ring. And it carries familiar sweet-smelling air.
I still have a chance to get home. Because this fairy ring…it’s connected to Annwyn.
My wings are slightly stretched out, and every so often, Slade runs a finger down them, making me shiver.
“You are the most important part of myself. So long as I have you, I’m whole.”
“Absolutely shameless,” I say with a shake of my head before tugging it away. Slade grins and leans down to kiss me.
I pull back, glancing down in surprise at the book. It’s small, its length fitting my hand, and I suck in a breath
Päyur. “It’s Saira Turley, isn’t it?” I say. “Yes. And the prince.” He points to their auras that glow around them.
He flips it over, and I blink in surprise, because that wasn’t the last page. There’s one more. And this one is newer. The tiny brushstrokes are still visible where someone painted.
My breath catches as I stare. “Is this…” “Us,” he finishes, voice caught against my ear.
Below it are three words. Lyäri wyl Betuläria. “The golden one and the deathly flight,” Slade quietly explains.
“I love you,” I tell him, watching his aura drift off his body, the black and the gold flowing together in gentle wisps.
“If ever there was a person for whom love was created, it was for you.”
“My beloved paired,” he purrs with a tipping smirk. “I do believe you’re trying to seduce me.” I smile against his skin. “Is it working?” “Flawlessly,”
“Every day the sun rises, it rises for you,” he says quietly as he brushes a finger gently down my brow, over my cheek, before settling his hand against my own heart. “Every day I wake, I wake for you.”
